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[red_ponytail]

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Running her fingers the length of his spine, she smiled to herself before slipping off the offending dress, squeezing out her dripping hair in it, and hanging it over a chair on the porch so not to track more water in than necessary. She toed off her soaked slippers and left those beside the door, before slipping past Bill with

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[fallen_ancient]

Her lips curved warmly under his scrutiny, eyes darkening with her own desire. When he embraced her, she ran a hand down his shoulder, the other finding his ponytail - a novelty she found she rather liked.

She murmured hungrily into the kiss, "I'm pleased you think so," then let her free hand trail to the waist of his blue jeans, asking.

[red_ponytail]

He answered by guiding that hand blindly to the button of his jeans, still focused mainly on the feel of her lips pressed urgently to his, soft and pliant. His other hand found its way to the small of her back, which he used to press her against him so she would have no doubt as to just what she was doing to him.

[fallen_ancient]

Tilting her head to align their mouths, she opened to him, offering him the right to take her mouth. But before she sealed the kiss again, she closed her fingers around the placket of his jeans and murmured, light and laughing, "I can't very well get them off if you crush my hands between us."

[red_ponytail]

He laughed softly into her mouth and released his hold on her slightly. "Good point," he said, and then kissed her deeply again, leaving the business of his trousers to Morgan.